Sorry, He has quite an imagination, I’m Faith, and this is my son, Jonathan. Joe, and this is my wife Belinda, nice to meet you. Are you on your honeymoon, Faith asked? Yes, Belinda smiled. And you, Belinda asked? Vacation, on our way to visit my mother.
Dinner was going well until Joe reached into his jacket. Jonathan jerked his mothers arm, screamed gun, while scrambling to get under the table. Pulling the table cloth ,and dishes along with him.
Jonathan, Faith scowled. He has a gun, I seen it.
Nonsense, she said pulling him back into the chair. Apologize to these good people. But mom, what bout duh gun. Jonathan she said sternly.
With a pout on his face, and staring directly at Joe, he apologized.
Joe said I’m sorry Jonathan, I don’t have a gun, this is what you must have seen. Joe pulled the handle of a cane from his jacket and laid it on the table. I had it special made, for my father.
Jonathan leaned over the table to look,wiped his hand, then touched it, glanced up at Joe, smiled, sorry Joe.